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Joan Trumpauer Mulholland in the middle, at a Jackson Mississippi Woolworth's lunch counter sit-in in 1963. A brave woman who's name should always be remembered. http://www.myhero.com/myhero/heroprint.asp?hero=Composer_Activist_AP

So this is 50 years ago, and the goobers standing behind the lunch counter sit-ins are probably in their early 70's at this point. Most of them are likely still alive. I've seen this photograph before, and I am guessing some of the aforementioned "goobers" have as well. One wonders how they look back at this moment in time. With shame? With sadness? Regret? Pride? Anger? How would you like that image to be your own little personal mark on history, for all eternity?

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